[ She wishes she knew what to do with that or even make of it. It sounds devotional, pained. She jams her bottom lip between her teeth, taken as tightly as her arm in his fingers. Her next breath is half as deep and it might have shook if she hadn't sealed her mouth against it. However incessantly it threatens to express itself, she's too numb to connect to the misery threaded through her. Her thoughts sink no further than the surface of her skin where it yields against his.
Her other leg folds in against the one practically tucked against him. Divested of the whiskey bottle, her fingertips alight on his jaw, her thumb to his neck, dirt and cold flaking away with his warmth. ]
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Her other leg folds in against the one practically tucked against him. Divested of the whiskey bottle, her fingertips alight on his jaw, her thumb to his neck, dirt and cold flaking away with his warmth. ]